The murdered cow.

A thousand tongues awake at night to spread knowledge like wildfire,

Like wise sages pondering over the carcus of a murdered cow in Ayodhya, 

Sit around the blood and ruins only to spend the next day eating the same meat,  with the same tongue.

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Life is a maze.

In the maze of life one often forgets that there are many ways to reach the end,

As one comes to the end one may often think about where one started out and where one was in between, 

It is through it all that one finally reaches the end of the winding circumferential path and looks back only to see the turn going left or right as per ones own imagination as you realise you define your maze and not the maze that defines you,

And then you look ahead and realise though there are many ways to the end you may never see it. 

The way she is.

The reason behind the way she acts is because of the particles of the past stuck in the inside of her skull she says,

The way she acts is not by choice but it is the force of the surroundings that propel her forward or sideways or backwards,

The reason behind the reason behind the way she acts is the circumstances she grew up in, the way her father laughed and the way her mother caged her,

The way she chooses loved ones, is dependant upon how people smile rather than whether they are smiling at smiles or smiling at tears,

The reason behind the reason behind the reason behind the way she acts is the way the clouds and planets and birds were positioned in the sky during the eclipse on the night she was born,

The way she is, oh the way she is... only a blind man can see... but what happens when one day the blind man can see.

Words strung together

The soul craves nourishment, feed it, embrace it,

When you walk upon fields filled with flowers of all kinds ranging from begonia and zinia to aster and yarrow, 

Think also of the poor homeless children who are thinking of more meaningful morrows, 

Think for a while and then let the thought go and carry on with the smile, 

For in this moment you are only here,  you are not fighting a war against poverty just because you want to, 

You are not a dreamer just because you dream, 

Nor are you someone for whom no one stays,  just because you do things you don't mean.

Looking glass.

Racing in the wrong direction against the flow of the eventual rat race that is to start, 

His heart felt a numbness and his nerves an inertia, 

So he moved faster assuming the colder wind may bring comfort to the cold body, 

As he reached the destination he strategically placed himself, 

Not so that the world can see the looking glass, 

But so that the looking glass can see the world...

Magnificent hope

They wandered upon the trail side by side,
Men in arm in arm in arm,
They saw a paradise that few had witnessed,
A huge change from the hell that had passed,
It was a twisted path in so much that no's were yes's and yes's were also yes's,
Forever forward never back,
It was a beautiful journey, the scenario was there for all to witness,
Once again perhaps, maybe in another life, when a blue moon pops up in the night sky,
But then all moons can be blue if you wear coloured glasses on your eyes,
And another life is always just a thought  away for those with hope like you and I.

Never say never

Do whatever makes you happy and brings a smile on your face. Whatever it is. Don't hold back as no one is defenseless other than the defenseless, in which case they shouldn't cause a problem. Everything goes.  Everything. When we come out of the shell that is the mind and see oneself looking at oneself looking through the eyes of another who is looking at a mirror we realise wow... Where was I all this while. The tale of the non believer goes untold but as long as there is belief...  No man shall be left behind.